random questions that run through my head

standing under this
cloudy dark sky
love the view
cannot complain

I smelled a rose
didn't have to stop
pricked my finger on its throne
seen a the devils horn
felt the blood run down
watched it drip
began to wonder
if the sky fell
would there be more sky above
or would in blend in
how much damage
can one do
and can something be worth dying for
if its something that doesn't hold a thought
is war really so bad
aside from being sad
is murder just a normal part of life
do I complain to much
how far could one get
would the world flourish
if we all died
could one make a difference
is selfishness a crime
are questions worth asking
so hard to believe were are made from the same pieces
are we all alone on the inside
or is there more there
have we all lost compassion
does it just seem that way
am I a liar
have I been a hypocrite
does anyone care
is anyone really there
have we all fell apart
for something less than worth the price